#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
he packaged it up neatly in differ… sending the legs to an aunt in St.… the head to a scoutmaster in Brook… the belly to a cross-eyed butcher… the female organs were sent to a y…
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...
we’d had any number of joints and… beer and I was on the bed stretche… and she said, “look, I’ve had 3 ab… in a row, real fast, and I’m sick… abortions, I don’t want you to sti…
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
believe in earning one’s own way but I also believe in the unexpect… gift and it is a wondrous thing when a woman who has read your wor…
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
It was hot that night at the reading, which was to be held at St. Mark’s Church. Tammie and I sat in what was used as the dressing room. Tammie found a full-length mirror leaning agains...
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a